The other day it occurred to me that it's been FOREVER since I posted. I partially forgot I had a blog...pregnancy brain already??
Needless to say, my first trimester was completely overwhelming. I didn't think having a baby on top of starting grad school, a new job, and building a house was possible. I truly believe there's a reason why you are pregnant for 9 months- it takes that long to mentally adjust and be ready for the baby!
Each week I adapted to the idea a little more...now my belly is really growing (I still look in the mirror and have to remind myself it's a baby- not a beer belly!), I'm really starting to understand the concept that in 5 1/2 months it won't just be Dave & I! I've gone from freak-out to excitement mode, with plenty of nausea, tossing my cookies, headaches and general exhaustion between the two emotions.
I finally feel like myself again, well as close as I can get right now... I had just a little bit of an "edge" to me that first trimester, so maybe it was better I didn't post too much :)
In other news we've officially decided to keep the baby's sex a surprise- if I have to get through child birth I figured that would motivate me to push! I totally think it's a girl and am obsessed with any wives tale stories...according to Chinese Gender Calculators (http://www.thebump.com/calculators/ChineseGenderChart.aspx?MsdVisit=1), "timing" and ahem positions...among other methods of telling (plus my undying FRUIT obsession) I am convinced. I guess we will just find out October 17th when this little one makes its debut!
Showing posts with label baby fever. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baby fever. Show all posts
Friday, April 23, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Retraction
Hey all...long time no talk...life has been a BIT busy to say the least. What with grad school, a new job (another one! long story...) and some big news I've been a bit occupied.
About a month ago I posted a very "heartfelt" piece on the trickery behind onesies. Little did I realize at the time that my reassuring statement at the beginning of the post was a LIE. I am in fact...pregnant. YOW! I had no clue at the time, and was wholeheartedly convinced the entire month I wasn't...despite having a two-week hangover and tackling Dave (hubby) on two separate occasions for food: once for a chocolate chip cookie, and the other time for a hot dog.
If you know me at all, I'm not exactly a hot dog eating type. I just hopped off the vegetarian bandwagon about 6 months ago and haven't exactly been plowing into hot dogs or other questionable "meat" at any frequency. Oh, and feeling queasy? I was convinced it was from a friend's birthday party- where we surely were celebrating "21" not 28- that really could've caused a 2 week hangover like I felt!
The hubby was convinced, and I wasn't. In an effort to show him who was right, I whipped out the handy EPT on coincidentally, our 4-year anniversary. That baby (no pun intended) barely blinked before a big fat positive came up on the screen. I quietly uttered to myself "mother fucker" in my ultimate shock. How could this be??! Granted we weren't exactly careful, there was that anniversary celebration...and the new job celebration...and the I'm starting grad school celebration...well you get the picture! I guess I just figured it wouldn't happen so soon...
I have been taking the past 6 weeks to adjust and surrender to my ever-changing body. I'm a runner but my shortness of breath tells me to power walk. I enjoy spicy foods but my queasy tummy says how bout a plain bagel with egg whites instead? Not to mention feeling like death while juggling a sales job, grad school homework and trying to pull off a "composed" image to those unknowing individuals around me, I was exhausted. I finally let people know- I'm pretty much all tum & chest so it's not that subtle anymore!
Yesterday I realized why I was going through all of this. I went to the doc for our very first ultrasound...it was nothing short of amazing. Dave laughed as I had to yet endure one other object shoved up my lady business (he cringed when the metal speculum was crammed in there during his front row seating at last week's appointment)- but the result was much more rewarding this time. On the 1992-era GE ultrasound we saw our first picture of Baby, and "she" was perfect. We also saw a fast flicker indicating the heartbeat...and I forgot about every complaint I had.
Today when I was teary about my tight jacket and growing belly, I was reminded of what's really going on when I looked at the picture again...maybe it's because it's our little one, but I swear it looks cuter than your typical ultrasound specimen already :)
P.S. I haven't gone crazy buying onesies (it's no fun when you don't know the sex!), but today we did spend $100 on our unborn baby's library! reformed shopaholic? forget it with these hormones!
About a month ago I posted a very "heartfelt" piece on the trickery behind onesies. Little did I realize at the time that my reassuring statement at the beginning of the post was a LIE. I am in fact...pregnant. YOW! I had no clue at the time, and was wholeheartedly convinced the entire month I wasn't...despite having a two-week hangover and tackling Dave (hubby) on two separate occasions for food: once for a chocolate chip cookie, and the other time for a hot dog.
If you know me at all, I'm not exactly a hot dog eating type. I just hopped off the vegetarian bandwagon about 6 months ago and haven't exactly been plowing into hot dogs or other questionable "meat" at any frequency. Oh, and feeling queasy? I was convinced it was from a friend's birthday party- where we surely were celebrating "21" not 28- that really could've caused a 2 week hangover like I felt!
The hubby was convinced, and I wasn't. In an effort to show him who was right, I whipped out the handy EPT on coincidentally, our 4-year anniversary. That baby (no pun intended) barely blinked before a big fat positive came up on the screen. I quietly uttered to myself "mother fucker" in my ultimate shock. How could this be??! Granted we weren't exactly careful, there was that anniversary celebration...and the new job celebration...and the I'm starting grad school celebration...well you get the picture! I guess I just figured it wouldn't happen so soon...
I have been taking the past 6 weeks to adjust and surrender to my ever-changing body. I'm a runner but my shortness of breath tells me to power walk. I enjoy spicy foods but my queasy tummy says how bout a plain bagel with egg whites instead? Not to mention feeling like death while juggling a sales job, grad school homework and trying to pull off a "composed" image to those unknowing individuals around me, I was exhausted. I finally let people know- I'm pretty much all tum & chest so it's not that subtle anymore!
Yesterday I realized why I was going through all of this. I went to the doc for our very first ultrasound...it was nothing short of amazing. Dave laughed as I had to yet endure one other object shoved up my lady business (he cringed when the metal speculum was crammed in there during his front row seating at last week's appointment)- but the result was much more rewarding this time. On the 1992-era GE ultrasound we saw our first picture of Baby, and "she" was perfect. We also saw a fast flicker indicating the heartbeat...and I forgot about every complaint I had.
Today when I was teary about my tight jacket and growing belly, I was reminded of what's really going on when I looked at the picture again...maybe it's because it's our little one, but I swear it looks cuter than your typical ultrasound specimen already :)
P.S. I haven't gone crazy buying onesies (it's no fun when you don't know the sex!), but today we did spend $100 on our unborn baby's library! reformed shopaholic? forget it with these hormones!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
The Onesie & Tiny Shoes
First off, disclaimer: I am not pregnant. Phew!
I am convinced there exists a sick marketing plot- with the culprit being soft colors, tiny versions of leggings, fashionable shoes and of course the onsie- that tried to trick me into this major life decision. First of all, how freaking cute are those tiny shoes! Sometimes I feel like Liz Lemon and just want to start a stash in my purse for those rough days. Second of all, it's every marketers dream. BABIES = MONEY. A whole other person on this planet to consume products, wear tiny fashions that are outgrown a week later, and go through many many packages of $100 diapers (they must be that expensive, right?!) AND Don't even get me started on the onesie. With their cute sayings ("Party in my crib, 2am") and their fun patterns, it is hard not to want to find a tiny little person to put in them and parade around. We will revisit the onesie a bit later.
But seriously, the hubby and I have only been married not even six months and this question must come up every time we see our family. At first we were bummed our honeymoon didn't create a bright, bouncing combination of our stellar DNA (but you can bet we certainly tried! repeatedly! ha) Then, we realized, we had so much time ahead of us. It was the pressure of "what's next"? that created this internal complex as each month seems to tick by without that nine month countdown.
It was only until I took a big step back that I realized, I just wanted a tiny version of "us" to dress, parade around and look cute. I don't know that I want or am ready to take care of a baby outside of the happy fun moments (2 am feedings? Constant laundry? Crying? Looking like a sleep-deprived zombie?) Sure, every parent says the negative things are completely worth it, and I'm sure there right. But damn it'd be incredibly selfish to procreate on the sole purpose of finding an outlet for my stash of onesies (although I bet my husband will create some darn cute kiddies!)
PS if you think about it, the onesie is only cute on tiny ones...let's remember the onesie for adults, aka the Bodysuit, circa 1992. Yikes! let's NEVER bring that one back, k?
I am convinced there exists a sick marketing plot- with the culprit being soft colors, tiny versions of leggings, fashionable shoes and of course the onsie- that tried to trick me into this major life decision. First of all, how freaking cute are those tiny shoes! Sometimes I feel like Liz Lemon and just want to start a stash in my purse for those rough days. Second of all, it's every marketers dream. BABIES = MONEY. A whole other person on this planet to consume products, wear tiny fashions that are outgrown a week later, and go through many many packages of $100 diapers (they must be that expensive, right?!) AND Don't even get me started on the onesie. With their cute sayings ("Party in my crib, 2am") and their fun patterns, it is hard not to want to find a tiny little person to put in them and parade around. We will revisit the onesie a bit later.
But seriously, the hubby and I have only been married not even six months and this question must come up every time we see our family. At first we were bummed our honeymoon didn't create a bright, bouncing combination of our stellar DNA (but you can bet we certainly tried! repeatedly! ha) Then, we realized, we had so much time ahead of us. It was the pressure of "what's next"? that created this internal complex as each month seems to tick by without that nine month countdown.
It was only until I took a big step back that I realized, I just wanted a tiny version of "us" to dress, parade around and look cute. I don't know that I want or am ready to take care of a baby outside of the happy fun moments (2 am feedings? Constant laundry? Crying? Looking like a sleep-deprived zombie?) Sure, every parent says the negative things are completely worth it, and I'm sure there right. But damn it'd be incredibly selfish to procreate on the sole purpose of finding an outlet for my stash of onesies (although I bet my husband will create some darn cute kiddies!)
PS if you think about it, the onesie is only cute on tiny ones...let's remember the onesie for adults, aka the Bodysuit, circa 1992. Yikes! let's NEVER bring that one back, k?
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